San Francisco Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BB CD EE AA FF GG HI JJ KK LL MM NN OO OO OO PP QQ OO RR| Serene indifferent of Fate | A |
| Thou sittest at the Western Gate | A |
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| Upon thy height so lately won | B |
| Still slant the banners of the sun | B |
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| Thou seest the white seas strike their tents | C |
| O Warder of two continents | D |
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| And scornful of the peace that flies | E |
| Thy angry winds and sullen skies | E |
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| Thou drawest all things small or great | A |
| To thee beside the Western Gate | A |
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| O lion's whelp that hidest fast | F |
| In jungle growth of spire and mast | F |
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| I know thy cunning and thy greed | G |
| Thy hard high lust and willful deed | G |
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| And all thy glory loves to tell | H |
| Of specious gifts material | I |
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| Drop down O Fleecy Fog and hide | J |
| Her skeptic sneer and all her pride | J |
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| Wrap her O Fog in gown and hood | K |
| Of her Franciscan Brotherhood | K |
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| Hide me her faults her sin and blame | L |
| With thy gray mantle cloak her shame | L |
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| So shall she cowled sit and pray | M |
| Till morning bears her sins away | M |
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| Then rise O Fleecy Fog and raise | N |
| The glory of her coming days | N |
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| Be as the cloud that flecks the seas | O |
| Above her smoky argosies | O |
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| When forms familiar shall give place | O |
| To stranger speech and newer face | O |
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| When all her throes and anxious fears | O |
| Lie hushed in the repose of years | O |
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| When Art shall raise and Culture lift | P |
| The sensual joys and meaner thrift | P |
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| And all fulfilled the vision we | Q |
| Who watch and wait shall never see | Q |
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| Who in the morning of her race | O |
| Toiled fair or meanly in our place | O |
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| But yielding to the common lot | R |
| Lie unrecorded and forgot | R |
Bret Harte (francis)
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